Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an circle
rhyme dispersal, the without rehearsal
and if Pops found me, Id get hard
by that tree branch from my own
cause it was all textbooks and grades with As
something to juggle as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or after school with my crew
tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe
paying dues no return no concern back
like fat kids in lunch at shows packed in
for rhyme with ill punch lines at crunch time
by unknown emcees thinking why arent signed?
Id pick up a pen and express
rhymes nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest
while some I should stop wasting my breath
on confidence I put my pen to rest
so whats but getting high every day
rolling blunts with vegas, profit away
Cypress Hill on play singing is the way
singing is the way

(chorus)
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its like that Im ya
the way it went down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya, yo the is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke the need for entertainment
But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange
clubs gettin closed, cause was tight
folks would rather find some ass.. that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, were rock bottom
With exceptions of few, my head was rarely
So I got in a zone and the dust off my notepad
Arm wrestled with words, with vocab
wrote, slowly steadily something something
if lyrics harsh the beats had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat some turned backs
but felt the same which put my name on the map
and brought me down my , Japan and back
mad support from locals cats, like homies at
with blunts burnt out at the end of its
blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new
and thats how it went how the unfolds
they about the story so let it be told

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like that Im ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its like Im telling ya
the way it went down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya, yo the is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
one for free cans and two for mean streaks
Thats the very track that put my past in the
Deejays copped doubles to the beats
using language that managed to let hands speak
To peeps that showed but not all felt this rhyme sayer
Non believers, vibes like Cal Tjader
of my race or the way I appeared
But still I ran the race placed to the rear
a gook, a youth jumped by truth
kicked out spots at age cause eyes looked glued
mentally struck, forget and cream and such
but it built my biceps and I lift up
jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in raps
fingers crossed, till herds are with words that last
and beats that make dancers put in their movements
Wreckin shop from the bay, La to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists fists
on the scene shining light through mist
Cause if Im not the flame Im like a puppet
My mouth might move but I aint sayin
So stay tuned to see how ends
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, we meet again
Sayin peace..till we meet
peace